The food, leisure science, sustainable lifestyle, organic gardening + travel blog of SF Station's Food Editor emerita, Tracie Broom, now on the board of Slow Food Columbia and Partner at Flock and Rally: Events + Communications for a Brave New South.
So I gave owner Dave Chien a call; he says that barring any unforeseen issues, they plan to open in November of 2008.
The chef, Sheen Zhou, will run both locations, and they plan to tighten up the menu by losing some of the combination dinners.
They'll be serving beer, wine, and sake, and here is some really good news for the neighborhood (which has been welcoming so far, according to Chien): they're looking to serve until 11 p.m., and possibly later on weekends.
That block of 24th is brightening up nicely. No Pasta Pomodoro or Starbucks, just locals like the St. Francis Fountain, Sugarlump Coffee, Pop's, the Roosevelt Tamale Parlor, and Dynamo Doughnuts a block away, all just doing their thing.
(The grainy photo doesn't even come close to doing justice to Chef Staffan Terje's beautiful pressed watermelon salad with Dirty Girl farm tomatoes, purple basil, toasted almonds and a giant wedge of roasted Bellwether ricotta.)
Sal-oooh-mi. That little ramekin of ciccioli there is a pot of pork heaven with a jaunty fruit mustard cap. Like that magically shreddy BBQ pork hash they make in South Carolina (read: everything but the squeal), but more roasty, refined, and served cold with toasts.
Pork magic. That dark, lovely Salame Nostrano kicks my teeth out with its cinnamony cloven hooves. Gimme more.
I thought the 2006 Firesteed Oregon pinot gris they were pouring was an Alsatian at first, it was so light and lovely and floral and true.
The 2004 pinot noir from the same Willamette Valley producer went quite perfectly with our Prather Ranch lamb, cooked two ways and served with roasted peach and arugula panzanella. (The panzanella was good, but not the sleeper hit I'd predicted. But it was no contest against that lamb leg and confit shoulder -- they were insane.)
Keeping it Casual Had a quick ladies' dinner at Charles Phan's Out the Door in the Westfield Center, as pre-game for the Campari urban sustainability chat at YBCA.
The Slanted Door offshoot reopened in July and appears to be running smoothly since a nasty water leak shut the place down in early June 2008.
Daikon rice cakes? Fab. Fresh spring rolls? A little too spring-y (read: rubbery). Caramelized prawns? Dark and lovely. Baby bok choy? Bo-ring. Manifesto SB by the glass? Yum.
The cellophane noodles with Dungeness crab are still delicious, if only the teensiest bit dry and less flavorful than what you get at the Ferry Building papa bear. Things must have shaped up since the Yelpers went ape.
That said, after many tasty meals at both the Slanted Door and Out the Door, I have yet to be blown away by the cooking.
OPEN Bar We set off to the Campari open bar at Yerba Buena Center for the Arts -- and exhibited a fair amount of brand loyalty.
Fun fact: the 2.5 acre roof garden is planted with natives and will absorb approx. 2 million gallons of rainwater per year -- water that would otherwise run off into storm drains and tax water treatment facilities.
The new Contemporary Jewish Museum on Mission, lookin good at night.
Smooth Sailing The screening party at Rickshaw Stop for the hit web show Yacht Rock was packed as well, and the crowd of 200 was game for smooth sailing, belly laughing, and grooving to Christopher Cross in their captain's hats and sailor shirts.
I was a little bit camera-happily star-struck to meet show co-creator J.D. Ryznar, a.k.a. Michael McDonald...
...while my friends were happily drink-struck -- but only a tad.
After all, it was a school night.
KALX DJ Roscoe 2000 made the turntables sing with deep catalog smooth hits...
And Cocoon: The Movie: The Band (a Guitar Zeroes side project) effectively cleared the room with their half awful/half amazing stylings on modified Guitar Hero video game controllers.
I was undeterred; to be honest, I was in heaven watching Cocoon on the backdrop.
(I might have even gotten inspired to swing by the Mint afterwards for a rendition of Kenny Loggins' "This is It," but only the summer breeze knows for sure.)